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The day my father became graveyard keeper, I was upset. After all, who would want to live in a cemetery? Yes, we have to stay in the tiny little house next to Ben Franklin's gravestone. Not fun at all. And I, Zander Huggins, had the honor of taking the night shift so my dad could take a rest. Why did it have to be the night shift? I haven't told anyone, but I'm scared of the dark. Until I met Kim. Kim Trip. I'm serious, that's her name. And I'll never forget her.

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